A Good Girl in the Badlands
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Chapter 2: A Bump in the Night
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: A Bump in the Night - Samuel Allenby, accountant at Heller and Winrose, receives an e-mail from his now re-married father seeking to reconcile after years apart. He travels to the Badlands to meet the man he last saw when he was five years old.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/ft Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Reluctant Shemale Fiction Futanari FemaleDom Humiliation Black Female White Male Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism BBW Big Breasts Doctor/Nurse Infantilization Illustrated
Violet Bergeron sat at the desk her mother Zula had occupied only a few hours before. It was nearly 1 AM now, she was about a third of her way through her shift. She glanced at the sleeping figure on the monitor and smiled thinking back to the afternoon.
“It’s important that we have someone observing Sanne around the clock,” the older doctor had stated before sipping from her coffee. “These early days are quite important. We can save ourselves quite a bit of fussing later if we do it right now.”
“I actually don’t mind it when they fuss a bit Mom,” she shrugged taking in the file on the new arrival. “I like watching them succumb again and again.”
“Fair enough, I don’t deny the entertainment value in that,” she acknowledged. “But at some point we do want our patient to accept her new reality. She needs to be ready to discharge by 
“How is she doing anyway?”
“Quite well actually,” the 44 year old reported. “The hard part of the transition is over; she seems ready for another challenge.”
“How’s Austina doing? Have you heard?” the younger Bergeron queried.
“From what Chimaka was telling me, quite well,” the curly haired woman informed her daughter. “She’s been quite popular since her arrival. Now that could simply be a novelty thing, they only took delivery of her a little over a month ago.”
“I guess we’ll find out more in time,” Violet suggested. “You think they’ll keep her?”
“For a while anyway,” older clinician surmised in her Cajun patter. While both could easily converse in formal English, when they conversed amongst themselves, the pair usually reverted to the tongue the first had been born into. “They haven’t put her on the website yet, I know that.”
“They could still place her in one of the sororities,” the luscious 28 year old pointed out. While her Egg Mother’s body was more voluptuous in curvature, the futagen was somewhat more sculpted thanks to the other half of her genetics, Hera Michaelis. The Greek woman was also responsible for the straightness in her coal black hair as well as her purplish eyes. True, she’d likely never rival the first in bra or panty size, but at 37D-24-39, she had inherited enough. And really, if she thickened around the waist a bit in the coming years, how was that such a bad thing?
“That wouldn’t likely happen before the fall though, Dear.”
“In Utrecht,” the other nodded.
“I wonder what Marielle thinks of that?” the long haired physician grinned.
“She probably wishes it would have been there when she went to school,” her parent guessed with a smirk of amusement.
“Do you have any questions about Sanne’s file, Dear?”
“Not really, it looks pretty straight forward. You want me to make any adjustments to her regimen?”
“Not tonight,” advised the senior medic. “Let’s see how she looks in the morning. That will tell us more.” Draining her coffee, Zula Bergeron then stood up, prompting her daughter to do likewise. “I’ll leave her in your good hands. You have my number should you need it. Make sure you document everything.”
“Will do,” the other doctor assured making her way to the door.
It had been a few hours since that conversation. Violet turned once more to her screen and checked the feed of pharmaceuticals. Everything was proceeding apace. She glanced upwards once more. Baby Sanne was starting to stir uncomfortably. She was full of cum, she could tell. The 28 year old hadn’t done nearly as many of these as her mother, but she knew the signs. She’d need to be milked again soon. “Coming up on 1:15,” she murmured before and starting a video call.
“Hey, How’s it going?” when the bespectacled red head answered at the other end.
“Same old, same old,” Alma Engblom answered lying on her left hip in bed. The futamute’s body was mostly covered by a thick blue flower print quilt through her breasts peeked out from her unbuttoned green cotton pajama top. The motion below indicated a second person under the covers. Her hand on the bump that must have been the back of their head set a comfortable pace for someone who was getting their face fucked. The snow falling outside was visible through the window in the background and the sun was mostly up. It would be shortly after 9 AM on the island.
“Happy Winterfest,” the dark skinned woman engaged.
“Same to you,” the day care staffer replied.
“Is that who I think it is?” she then asked.
“Depends on who you think it is.” the other smirked mischievously slowly peeling back the fluffy blanket. Gradually the top of a flaxen haired skull came into view.
“So not Gammy then?”
“No, she and her sister are over at their mothers for a do,” the lithe green eyed nursemaid filled in. “No, this one came with the nest re-organizations a mother ago.” She revealed more of the nubile figure between her legs. Lovely golden blonde hair in a pair of braided pigtails, the large, innocent brown gaze of a deer, and a pair of full lips sliding up and down on her friend’s stiff length. “Her name is Melody D One. She’s out of Agnes Markwell with the seed of Nela Hlaváč. I really like the how her eyes set off the hair colour.”
“She is a beauty, girl,” the Bergeron woman complimented.
“I’m really going to enjoy the next three and a half years,” the other grinned sliding the quilt back over the 14 year old.
“How is Austina these days?” the half Cajun queried
“Doing quite well actually,” Alma divulged. “Mayor Tilbury’s nest actually took her home for the holidays. They really like her.
“Good to hear,” the dark haired doctor nodded. “I’ll let Mom know. So are you ready for a show?” she then offered
“Always,” she enthused flashing her teeth once more. The other 28 year old adjusted her position slightly, looping her leg around the torso of the figure under the bedding and then returned her hand once more to the back of the girl’s skull. “Always.”
“See you on the other side,” she smiled patching the European into the feed from the room she had been observing and ending the video portion of the call. As she made her way to their new patient she slipped a two way mini-mic from her pocket and pushed it in her right ear. “Testing,” she muttered placing her hand on the door.
“All clear,” came the reply.
Nodding inwardly, she turned the knob and entered. Baby Sanne bound as she was, still writhed as she could within her bonds. Even through her diapers, even through the coverlet, the bump of her hard cock was clear. The light from the hallway has caused her eyes to crack open. When the light was turned on, they widened with fear.
“Who was this new doctor?” Samuel asked inwardly, his eyes widening. He sucked on his soother in fright as she approached and picked up his chart from the end of the bed. He felt so aroused but at the same time embarrassed.
“Baby Sanne,” she read from the clipboard, “I’m Doctor Bergeron” she stated.
“Doctor Bergeron? I thought-”
“She is, we both are,” the shapely medic replied. “I’m her daughter Violet,” flashing her teeth in amusement.
Samuel watched her pull up a stool. “Why had she called him ‘Baby Sanne’?” He asked inwardly. “The other doctor, didn’t she do that as well?”
“It says on your chart that you need to be milked at 1:30,” she stated
“No, really, I’m OK,” the accountant lied even as his body squirmed in the restraints.